Breaking Cupid's heart || M.R

•Chapter 8•

Friday 13th October

~song recommendation: 'I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE' by måneskin~

I told her everything. She looked at me like I was crazy when I told her maybe because I couldn't restrain the giggles threatening to leave my lips.

What else was they're to do? I was certainly not going to cry about it.

She offered to tell someone to help me but I don't need help. We made a promise not to tell a single soul. I trust her.

I hate sympathy. That look in someone's eye when you tell someone about your trauma. I hate it id rather ply my eyes from there sockets with a fork, than let someone pity me.

Something snapped inside my mind. Killing those people, having my heart broken- though saying that makes me feel weak and want to throw up- it's the only way I could describe my feelings.

Something about all this seemed funny. Like it wasn't real. And to be honest I wish it wasn't but then again I was excited. No one knows what I'm really like- what my father has made me. And I can't wait to show them.

I woke up early and decided to switch up my style a bit to match my 'new' mindset.

I threw in my normal uniform that consisted of a white shirt- that slightly revealed my black bra due to a two of the top buttons being undone- and a black skirt. I made sure to choose the slightly shorter one.

I threw on some black fish net tights- that ended about mid thigh so they were more like thigh high socks -on.

I finished it off with some doc martins, straightened my hair and added a little eyeliner.

Shit. I remember my father telling me to keep something on me at all times.

I wonder over to my underwear draw and grabbed a black garter. I then go to my bed and retrieve the gun from the box under my bed.

I ran the garter up my leg until it was high enough on my thigh that my skirt would cover it. I placed the gun between my thigh and the garter and tightened it to make sure it didn't fall.

I did a jump to test it. Just incase.

When it didn't move and I was satisfied with my outfit I went to Daphne bed to wake her up.

She looked so beautiful even when sleeping. Her hair was spread out all over her pillow and smudged Scarlett lipstick on her pillow from last night.

"Wake up sleeping beauty" I say gently stroking her hair, that was once in her face, behind her ear.

"I'm up" she shot up and swung her feet over her bed.

"How do you do that?"

"Do what?" She questioned.

"wake up so fast, ready for the day"

"Well in my house you wake up as soon as your told or you get a bucket of water over you..." she huffed at the thought.

"Oh Astoria?" She nodded. "Don't get any ideas" I warned her jokingly.

"We'll see..." she smirked.

I waited for daphne to get changed.

"How are you feeling today?" She asked whilst tying her hair in a high pony tail.

"I feel great... but a bit different like I've been reborn" I laugh.

"Well you look so hot..." she sniffed "my babies gonna be a heart breaker" she wiped imaginary tears.

We chuckled and finally headed to the hall for breakfast.